My jaw has shifted, face now square-ish instead of round
The sporadic silver strands that used to shock people when noticed, now frame my hairline
Breasts once small cones that barely needed a bra, now large womanly teardrops–
Hips wider, chin hairs starting to gray even
Age
My age
gently emerges and with each shift I notice a woman,
who–despite all the “musts” her culture and society handcuffed her with,
chooses to be herself
After all isn’t that the American Dream?
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
She used to think she– She was the glue that binds them, Instead without her, They glow with freedoms, she never could witness.
In time you will see, all the tiny rocks that you collect in your pockets they won’t weigh you down, but instead will build you
Late into the night Early in the morning Noon when the sun is high high above my head I think about it! With soft tender